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SET  TO  OLD   FAMILIAR   TUNES 


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BETTIE  FRESHWATER  POOL 


Author  of  "The  Eyrie,"  "Under  Brazilian  Skies,"  "Literature  In 

the  Albemarle,"  and  of  the  popular  songs,  "Carolina"  and 

"The  Banks  of  the  Old  Pasquotank." 


On  sale  by  the  author,  Miss  Bettie  Freshwater  Pool 
Elizabeth  City,  North  Carolina 


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Copyright  1918 

—  by  — 

BETTIE  FRESHWATER  POOL 


All  Rights  Reserved 


This  little  book  of  patriotic  lyrics,  which  I  have 
written  to  fit  old,  familiar  tunes,  is  dedicated  to  our 
American  soldiers,  both  in  this  country  and  in 
France.  Its  purpose  is  to  cheer  them,  stimulate  patri- 
otism, and  arouse  buoyant  hopes  of  victory.  For 
the  soldier's  merry  mood  there  are  jingles;  for  his 
sentimental  mood  there  are  love  songs;  and  for  his 
more  serious  moments  there  are  hymns.  Then,  when 
his  love  of  counrty  throbs  and  burns,  he  will  find 
bugle  calls  to  the  colors,  and  jubilant  songs  of  armies 
marching  to  victory. 

May  the  year  1918  see  America  and  her  Allies 
gloriously  victorious  in  this  world  war;  imperialism 
overthrown,  and  universal  peace  firmly  established. 

BETTIE  FRESHWATER  POOL. 


CONTENTS 

Page 

America's  Battle  Cry   9 

The  Call  Has  Come 10 

It's  Too  Late,  Kaiser  Bill   11 

Rally  Round  the  Flag,  Boys 12 

Don't  Call  Me  a  Slacker  13 

Hindenburg  and  Kaiser  Bill 14 

American  Camp  Song 15 

Hang  Up  His  Scepter  and  His  Crown 16 

Goodbye,  Kathleen 17 

Whisper  the  Prayer  That  I  Learned  At  Your  Knee 18 

The  Soldier's  Message 19 

O,  My  Country,  'Tis  For  Thee 20 


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AMERICA'S  BATTLE  CRY 

(Tune:    "The  Wild  Ash  Deer") 

Hail  to  the  army  of  millions  advancing! 
And  mark  well  our  ensign — the  Red,  White  and  Blue! 
From  Northward  and  Southward,  Eastward  and  Westward 
Our  hosts  are  assembling — the  brave  and  the  true. 

Now  must  the  Germans  flee 

From  mountain,  vale  and  sea. 
Fierce  Hohenzollerns,  all  tyrants  must  go! 

Rivers  run  red  with  blood ! 

We'll  check  the  raging  flood ! 
Down  with  the  Kaiser,  humanity's  foe! 

See  our  bold  Eagle,  with  broad  wings  extended, 
Protecting  our  country — the  Land  of  the  Free. 
Sharp  are  his  talons;  his  swoop  it  is  deadly; 
His  war  cry's  the  signal  of  grand  victory. 

Never  defeat  he  knows! 

Forth  to  the  fight  he  goes ! 
Fierce  as  the  lightning  flash  cleaving  the  sky ! 

Soon  on  the  brutal  foe 

He'll  strike  the  fatal  blow ! 
Quail  now  the  Teutons  at  flash  of  his  eye ! 

Tremble  ye  despots!   Your  proud  thrones  are  tott'ring! 
Behold!  the  Handwriting  appears  on  the  wall! 
Now  strikes  the  hour  when  your  dynasties  crumble;; 
And  now  wakes  the  world  to  humanity's  call. 

Soldiers  in  trenches  sleep! 

Women  and  children  weep! 
Groan  all  the  nations  in  anguish  and  woe! 

On  sweeps  the  army  grand, 

From  fair  Columbia's  land! 
On,  on  to  victory  over  the  foe! 


FAGE   NINE 


(Tune:     "Maryland,  My  Maryland") 

The  call  has  come,  and  thou  must  go, 

America!  America! 

Thou  must  prepare  to  meet  the  foe, 

America!  America! 

No  peril  can  thy  soul  affright, 

Thy  mighty  sword  is  keen  and  bright, — 

Strike  down  the  Wrong,  defend  the  Right, 

America!  America! 

By  day  and  night,  on  land  and  sea, 

America!   America! 

The  nations  strive  for  mastery, 

America!   America! 

The  conflict  may  be  fierce  and  long, 

But  thou  art  great,  and  thou  art  strong, 

And  thine  will  be  the  victor's  song, 

America !  America ! 

The  tide  of  war  is  at  its  flood, 

America!  America! 

Its  waves  are  rolling,  red  with  blood, 

America!  America! 

O,  thou  must  breast  that  surging  tide! 

The  crimson  stream  is  deep  and  wide; 

The  God  of  hosts  will  be  thy  guide, 

America!  America! 


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PAGE  TEN 


IT'S  TOO  LATE,  KAISER  BILL 

(Tune:    "Battle  Hymn  of  the   Republic" — "John  Brown's  Body") 

Very  soon  old  Kaiser  William  will  be  wishing  he  were  dead ; 
Plain  it  is  to  all  the  nations  there's  a  screw  loose  in  his  head. 
How  they  wish  he  had  to  swallow  all  the  blood  that  has  been  shed 
In  all  this  cruel  war! 

He  has  given  a  blow  to  England,  and  another  one  to  France ; 
Stabbed  the  heart  of  little  Belgium  with  his  cruel,  bloody  lance: 
Now  fair  Italy  is  bleeding,  he  gives  Uncle  Sam  a  chance, — 
He's  gone  one  step  too  far. 

Chorus : 

America  will  whip  the  Kaiser! 
Teach  him   better  how  to   size   her. 
Now  he's  wishing  he'd  been  wiser, 
It's  too  late,  Kaiser  Bill! 

With  the  blood  of  countless  victims  Kaiser  William  sure  was  drunk 
When  the  cruel  plan  was  formed,  to  have  the  Lusitania  sunk. 
Oh,  he'll  be  devoutly  wishing  he  were  in  its  cheapest  bunk, 
Way  down  beneath  the  sea! 

He  had  surely  lost  his  balance  when  he  tackled  Uncle  Sam! 
He  will  find  he  struck  a  lion,  where  he  thought  he  hit  a  lamb. 
He  had  somehow  got  the  notion  that  he  was  the  great  I  AM. 
Oh,  none  so  strong  as  he! 

Many  years  Old  Kaiser  William  has  been  hatching  out  a  scheme; 

He  would  conquer  all  the  nations  to  a  finish,  it  would  seem. 

To  become  the  grand  Dictator  of  the  world  has  been  his  dream; — 

To  bend  it  to  his  will. 

Now,  when  it  became  apparent  that  he  wished  to  rule  the  world, 

Quickly  Uncle  Sam  decided  down  the  tyrant  should  be  hurled; 

And  when  comes  our  army  marching,  with  the  Stars  and  Stripes 

unfurled , — 
Then  look  out,  Kaiser  Bill! 

PAGE    ELEVEN 


RALLY  ROUND  THE  FLAG,  BOYS! 

(Tune:    "Battle  Cry  Of  Freedom") 

The  troops  all  are  landed, 

The  war  horses  prance; 

The  army  is  ready 

To  march  on  through  France. 

O,  "rally  round  the  flag,  boys! 

Rally  once  again! 

Shouting  the  battle  cry  of  Freedom!" 

The  bugle  is  sounding! 

Away  to  the  wars ! 

Salute  our  bright  ensign, 

The  Stripes  and  the  Stars. 

O,  "rally  round  the  flag,  boys! 

Rally  once  again! 

Shouting  the  battle  cry  of  Freedom!" 

Three  cheers  for  our  leaders ! 

Three  cheers  for  our  men ! 

We  have  crossed  the  ocean 

To  storm  the  German  den. 

O,  "rally  round  the  flag,  boys! 

Rally  once  again ! 

Shouting  the  battle  cry  of  Freedom!" 

America  forever! 

Hurrah  boys!   Hurrah! 

The  queen  of  the  nations ! 

The  bright  morning  star! 

O,  "rally  round  the  flag,  boys ! 

Rally  once  again ! 

Shouting  the  battle  cry  of  Freedom!" 


PAGE  TWELVE 


DONT  CALL  ME  A  SLACKER 

(Tune:    "Jim  Crack  Corn") 

Come  along,  boys,  lets  join  the  fight, 
And  lick  the  Germans  out  of  sight ! 
The  Kaiser  thinks  he  weighs  a  ton, 
But  Wilson  is  the  biggest  gun. 

Chorus. 
I'm  my  country's  backer! 
Don't  call  me  a  slacker! 
I'll  be  proud  of  each  scar 
Received  in  the  war ! 

Now's  the  time  to  show  your  grit, 
To  prove  yourselves  both  strong  and  fit; 
For  Uncle  Sam  will  have  his  pick, 
And  what  he's  after  is  a  brick. 

Some  folks  declare  they  will  not  go, — 
A  baby's  afraid  to  stump  his  toe ! 
The  man's  no  good  who  will  not  heed 
His  country's  call  in  time  of  need. 


PAGE  THIRTEEN 


«        HINDENBURG  AND  KAISER  BILL 

(Tune:  "Old  Zip  Coon"  or  "Turkey  In  The  Straw") 

wM^  They  fight  ana  scratch,  and  rip  and  tear; 

One  is  a  tiger,  the  other  is  a  bear, 
'Twill  take  Uncle  Sam  to  hold  them  still, 
Old  Hindenburg  and  Kaiser  Bill, 
One  is  a  bat,  one  is  a  mule; 
And  each  one  thinks  his  head  is  cool. 
The  bat  can't  see  what  he's  about; 
The  mule's  locked  up  and  can't  kick  out. 

One  is  a  whale,  and  the  other  is  an  eel; 
The  'Merican  eagle  11  make  'em  squeal! 
The  big  whale  feels  so  great  and  grand ; 
The  slipp'ry  eel  glides  through  your  hand. 
One  is  a  fox,  one  is  a  pig — 
I'd  like  to  see  them  dance  a  jig! 
The  pig  is  stuffed  up  to  his  head; 
The  sly  old  fox  is  too  well  fed. 

One  is  a  demon,  the  other  is  an  imp; 
They've  fought  till  they  are  weak  and  limp. 
It's  time  to  give  a  bitter  pill 
To  Hindenburg  and  Kaiser  Bill. 
One  is  a  lizzard,  one  is  a  snake; 
I  don't  know  which  one  I  would  take ! 
Put  'em  in  a  bag,  which  one  would  spill, 
Old  Hindenburg  or  Kaiser  Bill? 


PAGE  FOURTEEN 


AMERICAN  CAMP  SONG 

(Tune:     "Tipperary") 

Comes  an  army  marching!  See  "Old  Glory"  floating  high! 

Hearts  are  full  of  courage;  hands  are  waving  gay  goodbye! 

We  will  fight  for  home  and  country — ail  that  we  hold  dear, — 

We'll  conquer  German  despots,  who  have  filled  tne  world  with  fear. 

'Twill  be  a  glad  day  for  France  and  England, 

When  the  Sammies  get  there ! 

'Twill  be  a  sad  day  for  Kaiser  William, 

For  defeat  he  must  prepare ! 

Goodbye,  Hohenzollerns ! 

We'll  beard  you  in  your  den ! 

'Twill  be  a  sad,  sad  day  for  Kaiser  William 

When  he  tackles  our  men ! 

Pershing  is  our  leader  to  the  thickest  of  the  fight! 

We  will  be  the  victors !  we  are  battling  for  the  right ! 

When  the  troops  come  marching  homeward — when  the  war  shall 

cease, 
We'll  give  to  all  the  nations  that  most  precious  boon  of  peace ! 
'Twill  be  a  glad  day  for  all  the  Allies 
When  the  world  war  is  o'er! 
'Twill  be  a  sad  day  for  cruel  despots ; 
They  can  never  flourish  more. 
Hurrah,  for  Woodrow  Wilson ! 
America's  great  son ! 

Twill  be  a  glad,  glad  day  for  Woodrow  Wilson 
When  the  world's  peace  is  won. 


PAGE    FIFTEEN 


HANG  UP  HIS  SCEPTER  AND  HIS  CROWN 

(Tune:    "Uncle  Ned") 

There  is  a  wicked  ruler,  and  his  name  is  Kaiser  Bill, 

And  he  lives  far  away  across  the  sea. 

The  war  god  he  serves  soon  will  put  him  in  his  mill, 

And  grind  him  just  as  fine  as  fine  can  be. 

Hang  up  his  scepter  and  his  crown ! 

His  throne  is  about  to  tumble  down ! 

There'll  be  no  more  fight  in  wicked  Kaiser  Bill 

When  he's  ground  in  the  war  god's  mill! 

There  will  not  much  remain  of  the  wicked  Kaiser  Bill- 
Not  a  muscle,  nor  a  sinew  nor  a  bone. 
All  the  world  will  see  in  the  cradle  of  the  mill 
Is  a  small  and  withered  heart  that's  turned  to  stone. 
Hang  up  his  scepter  and  his  crown ! 
His  throne  is  about  to  tumble  down ! 
Not  much  will  be  left  of  wicked  Kaiser  Bill 
Wen  he  comes  from  the  war  god's  mill. 


PAGE   SIXTEEN 


GOODBYE  KATHLEEN 

(Tune:    "Christ  Arose") 

Be  not  so  sad  tonight, 
Kathleen,  my  darling; 
Though  with  the  dawn  of  light 
I  sail  away 

You  I  shall  not  forget, 
Though  seas  may  divide. 
Say  you'll  not  feel  regret 
Whate'er  betide. 

CHORUS. 
Hark  to  the  bugle  blast ! 
Soon  the  army  will  be  marching  fast! 
Yes,  marching  away,  to  sail  across  the  seas. 
Old  glory  is  waving  proudly  on  the  breeze. 
Now,  Goodbye!    O,  Goodbye! 
Goodbye !    Goodbye !    Goodbye ! 

Say  not  your  heart  will  break, 
Kathleen,  my  darling. 
Your  sweetest  smile  I'd  take 
With  me  to  France. 
You  are  my  love,  my  joy, 
'Tis  hard  to  grieve  you, 
Pray  for  your  soldier  boy, 
He  must  leave  you. 


PAGE     SEVENTEEN 


WHISPER  THE  PRAYER  THAT  I  LEARNED  AT 
YOUR  KNEE 

(Tune:    "Tell  It  Again") 

As  weary  and  wounded  the  soldier  boy  lay, 
There  came  a  sweet  dreani  of  his  home  far  away. 
I  hear  the  fond  voice  of  my  mother",  said  he, 
"Breathing  the  prayer  that  I  learned  at  her  knee. 
O,  linger  near,  sv/eet  voice,  so  dear! 
Let  thy  soft  accents  still  fall  on  my  ear! 
Tell  me  of  Jesus,  whose  face  I  now  see; 
Whisper  the  prayer  that  I  learned  at  your  knee." 

There  came  a  sweet  smile  to  the  soldier  boy's  face; 

Of  suffering  and  sorrow  there  lingered  no  trace. 

The  form  of  an  angel  bent  over  his  bed, 

And  on  her  soft  bosom  he  pillowed  his  head. 

"O,  mother,  stay,  with  me,  I  pray! 

On  thy  white  pinions  now  bear  me  away! 

Tell  me  of  Jesus,  whose  face  I  now  see, 

Whisper  the  prayer  that  I  learned  at  your  knee." 


PAGE  EIGHTEEN 


THE  SOLDIER'S  MESSAGE 

(Tune:     "Antony  and  Cleopatra") 

Comrade,  come  and  sit  beside  me, — 

Great  the  victory  we  have  won. 

Beats  my  heart  with  joy  and  triumph, 

Though  I  die  ere  set  of  sun. 

Just  one  little  life  I've  given, 

'Tis  not  much — would  it  were  more ! 

Just  one  life  amid  the  thousands 

That  must  drench  the  land  with  gore. 

Tell  my  mother  I  fought  bravely, 
Never  fearing  shot  or  shell. 
With  Death's  angel  hovering  o'er  me, 
I  now  feel  that  all  is  well. 
Say  I  died  to  save  my  country 
From  the  savage  G  erman  horde ; 
Died  to  save  our  home  and  fireside 
From  their  cruel,  bloody  sword. 

Comrade,  still  there  is  another 
I  would  send  a  fond  farewell. 
O,  speak  gently!  do  not  grieve  her 
When  my  story  you  do  tell. 
Not  one  promise  I've  forgotten 
Since  from  her  I  had  to  part. 
Tell  her  I  have  kept  her  picture 
Ever  closest  to  my  heart. 

Say  her  love  and  God's  sustained  me 
Mid  the  fierce  and  awful  strife. 
Ah!  1  thought  not  when  I  left  her 
That  our  parting  was  for  lif e ! 
I  rode  foremost  in  the  battle, 
And  shall  sleep  in  sunny  France, ' 
In  an  honored  grave,  O,  tell  her! 
With  a  deathless  name,  perchance. 


PAGE    NINETEEN 


0,  MY  COUNTRY  'TIS  FOR  THEE. 

(Tune:  "Jesus,  Lover  of  My  Soul") 

O,  my  country,  'tis  for  thee, 
I  would  plead  on  bended  knee ! 
Thou  who  art  the  foe  of  war 
On  thy  breast  must  bear  its  scar. 
Thou,  the  noble  and  the  grand, 
And  the  friend  of  ev'ry  land, 
Now  the  champion  must  be 
That  shall  set  the  nations  free. 

O,  my  country,  'tis  for  thee, 
I  would  plead  on  bended  knee ! 
Thou,  who  art  the  friend  of  peace, 
Draw  thy  sword  that  strife  may  cease ! 
Thou,  the  peerless  and  the  strong, 
Shield  the  Right,  strike  down  the  Wrong; 
Plant  the  ensign  of  the  free; 
Shout  thy  watchword,  Liberty. 

O,  my  country,  'tis  for  thee, 
I  would  plead  on  bended  knee ! 
Dark  the  war  cloud  lowering  fast. 
Fierce  and  fiercer  roars  the  blast. 
Though  the  waves  roll  mountain  high, 
And  no  haven  now  is  nigh, 
Safe  thy  bark  shall  breast  the  sea, 
Christ  the  Lord  will  pilot  thee. 

O,  my  country,  'tis  for  thee, 

I  would  plead  on  bended  knee ! 

There  is  One  Who  rules  the  deep, 

He  will  thee  in  safety  keep. 

One  Who  rules  the  wind  and  wave, — 

He  is  mighty,  He  will  save! 

Ev'ry  storm  obeys  His  will, 

When  His  voice  cries,  "Peace!   Be  still!" 

PAGE  TWENTY 


Beautiful  State  Song, 
CAROLINA, 

By 

BETTIE    FRESHWATER    POOL,. 

This  is  the  third  song  ever  written  in  honor  of  North  Caro- 
lina. It  is  pronounced  by  many  to  be,  in  point  of  poetic  beauty, 
sentiment  and  expression,  equal,  if  not  superior,  to  Judge 
Gaston's  famous   song,   "The   Old   North   State." 


THE  BANKS  OF  THE  OLD  PASQUOTANK, 

By 

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the  cool,  sheltered  byways  of  life.  The  rippling  waters  of  the 
old  Pasquotank  are  calling  the  wanderer  home. 

These  songs  were  set  to  music  by  the  gifted  composer,  Mrs. 
Lilla  Pool  Price. 


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